Author: Jamie Elkon

  • Something dark this way comes…

    Something dark this way comes…

     

    All couples argue…

    However deeper, sometimes dangerous difficulties arise when  particular  psychological constellations align in the spaces between and within couples. When the right combination unfolds, our unconscious primal wounds may be hooked and begin to stir dark, half-formed leviathans beneath our conscious awareness.

    I am currently in the fierce grip of one of these half-known beasts that trawl the darker recesses of the mind. What I do know is that the wound is deeper than my current relationship, but it is being hooked by the present set of circumstances.

    The challenge at this volatile time is to differentiate and deconstruct the bewildering display put on by my defenses. This is an extremely difficult task with a hyper-aroused amygdala primed for what it feels is imminent threat. The problem is that the real threat happened a long time ago and the psychic defensive reflex is now more harmful than protective. It is like a castle that was built during a time of great strife, an impenetrable fortress that was extremely effective in protecting that which it felt was valuable, sacred tracts of the Self. Now, many years later the war has passed, my life has grown roots- and yet, if my partner stumbles across this old terrain, those on the walls are galvanized once again into action and I watch helplessly as they pour boiling pitch from above.

    Intimate partners often know aspects of the interior landscape of the Other, but some of the roads are winding and lead into deep, dark  thicket. There should be warning signs up-

    “BEWARE- Primal monster afoot, ignore at your peril”

     

  • Through the glass half darkly…

    The Gloom-and-Doom Disease: Should Woody Allens Have a Home in the Manual of Mental Illness?

    Depression and anxiety are like a pair of warring siblings. Both are disruptive and trying. They don’t want each other’s company, but are stuck together by virtue of the same parentage. Depression, after all, is often a product of rumination, the grating mental do-overs of ugly past events, usually with no solution in sight. Anxiety is the brainchild of too much forecasting of doom. Both seem to emerge from the sort of person who is stuck so securely in his mental time machine that he has no idea the roses are even there. Forget about stopping to smell them.

    Woody Allen portraitCourtesy of Luiz Fernando/Sonia Maria via Flickr.

    Psychologists tend to link the depressed and the anxious by personality. Both groups share the trait of “negative emotionality,” the propensity to harbor bad feelings such as anger and anxiety. (In contrast to those with depression, though, those with textbook anxiety spike their dourness with a dollop of wellbeing, energy, closeness to others, and the like.) And of course, the two temperaments feed each other. If your future is so terrible, what’s not to be depressed about? Conversely, if you rake over the past enough, you’ll undoubtedly unearth a goof that is sure to destroy your prospects. For all these reasons, not to mention shared genetic risk factors, lots of people who are depressed are also anxious—and vice versa.

    Yet these practically conjoined twins of psychological distress have long been separated in psychiatrists’ diagnostic bible, the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM), currently in its fourth incarnation. A depressed person is someone who feels overwhelmingly sad and worthless, the DSM says, and who can no longer enjoy activities they used to like. They may also have thoughts of death or suicide. Generalized anxiety disorder (GAD)—to pick one of the many certified forms of fretting—involves excessive, and at least somewhat debilitating, anxiety and worry about more than one part of your life that you experience on most days for six months or more.

    But what about all those ruminators who can’t help forecasting future doom—and yet don’t qualify as officially depressed or pathologically anxious? Currently, as of the DSM-IV, these folks remain in a kind of diagnostic limbo. Their pending label, “mixed anxiety-depressive disorder” is in the book’s appendix, a place for proposed ailments in need of further study. Accumulating data suggest that these people are numerous. In the United Kingdom, national surveys suggest that 8.8 percent of the population would qualify for mixed anxiety and depression as defined by the World Health Organization’s compendium of diseases—the International Statistical Classification of Diseases and Related Health Problems (ICD-10). By comparison, fewer people—only 7.7 percent—satisfied diagnostic criteria for major depression, GAD or a combination.

    Many of the 8.8 percent are more than moderately miserable. Studies show that the impact of this cocktail of sadness and worry on quality of life is similar to that for anxiety disorders: 12 percent of sufferers, for example, have reported suicide attempts and the disorder accounted for 20 percent of all disability days in the United Kingdom. So these folks do seem to need help.

    Man in gorilla suit chases after Woody Allen.Woody Allen escapes a “gorilla,” in the 1969 movie “Take the Money and Run.” Courtesy of John McNab via Flickr.

    As a result of such findings, the framers of the DSM-5 originally proposed to move “mixed anxiety/depression” (with its slightly altered name) up to an official diagnosis, meaning insurance would reimburse you for treatment (which, drug-wise, is likely to be Prozac and its ilk). The proposed criteria for the new disorder included having three or four of the symptoms of major depression along with anxious distress. The latter required having two or more of the following issues: feeling nervous & anxiousinability to control worrying, having difficulty relaxing, being so restless it is hard to keep still, and fearing that something awful might happen. These problems must have plagued you for at least two weeks and must have caused “marked distress or significant impairment.” “Mood and anxiety disorders blur together,” says Scott Lilienfeld, a psychologist at Emory University. “This was an admission that they can’t be separated in any clean, neat way.”

    And in this respect, the mixed disorder makes a great deal of sense. And yet as of last Thursday, the DSM-5’s framers seemed to take it all back. They reversed their initial push to promote this ailment to the body of the diagnostic bible. The criteria for mixed anxiety/depression were a bit vague and elastic, critics contended. The naysayers fretted that scads of mild chronic worriers—the Woody Allens of the world—would fall into it, their hypochondria ironically legitimized. The proliferation of false positives is a problem with the new DSM in general, some argue. “They are going to be diagnosing almost everybody,” Lilienfeld quips. Taking back the proposed mixed anxiety/depression diagnosis was one attempt to cut back on the number of newly mentally ill.

    Of course, these critics could have been among the masses eligible for the proposed-now-nixed label, worriers that they are. But let’s give them some credit. Maybe they think they’re fine. And maybe they are.

  • The Joy of Quiet

    The Joy of Quiet

    By PICO IYER
    Published in NY Times: December 29, 2011

    ABOUT a year ago, I flew to Singapore to join the writer Malcolm Gladwell, the fashion designer Marc Ecko and the graphic designer Stefan Sagmeister in addressing a group of advertising people on “Marketing to the Child of Tomorrow.” Soon after I arrived, the chief executive of the agency that had invited us took me aside. What he was most interested in, he began — I braced myself for mention of some next-generation stealth campaign — was stillness.

    A few months later, I read an interview with the perennially cutting-edge designer Philippe Starck. What allowed him to remain so consistently ahead of the curve? “I never read any magazines or watch TV,” he said, perhaps a little hyperbolically. “Nor do I go to cocktail parties, dinners or anything like that.” He lived outside conventional ideas, he implied, because “I live alone mostly, in the middle of nowhere.”

    Around the same time, I noticed that those who part with $2,285 a night to stay in a cliff-top room at the Post Ranch Inn in Big Sur pay partly for the privilege of not having a TV in their rooms; the future of travel, I’m reliably told, lies in “black-hole resorts,” which charge high prices precisely because you can’t get online in their rooms.

    Has it really come to this?

    In barely one generation we’ve moved from exulting in the time-saving devices that have so expanded our lives to trying to get away from them — often in order to make more time. The more ways we have to connect, the more many of us seem desperate to unplug. Like teenagers, we appear to have gone from knowing nothing about the world to knowing too much all but overnight.

    Internet rescue camps in South Korea and China try to save kids addicted to the screen.

    Writer friends of mine pay good money to get the Freedom software that enables them to disable (for up to eight hours) the very Internet connections that seemed so emancipating not long ago. Even Intel (of all companies) experimented in 2007 with conferring four uninterrupted hours of quiet time every Tuesday morning on 300 engineers and managers. (The average office worker today, researchers have found, enjoys no more than three minutes at a time at his or her desk without interruption.) During this period the workers were not allowed to use the phone or send e-mail, but simply had the chance to clear their heads and to hear themselves think. A majority of Intel’s trial group recommended that the policy be extended to others.

    THE average American spends at least eight and a half hours a day in front of a screen, Nicholas Carr notes in his eye-opening book “The Shallows,” in part because the number of hours American adults spent online doubled between 2005 and 2009 (and the number of hours spent in front of a TV screen, often simultaneously, is also steadily increasing).

    The average American teenager sends or receives 75 text messages a day, though one girl in Sacramento managed to handle an average of 10,000 every 24 hours for a month. Since luxury, as any economist will tell you, is a function of scarcity, the children of tomorrow, I heard myself tell the marketers in Singapore, will crave nothing more than freedom, if only for a short while, from all the blinking machines, streaming videos and scrolling headlines that leave them feeling empty and too full all at once.

    The urgency of slowing down — to find the time and space to think — is nothing new, of course, and wiser souls have always reminded us that the more attention we pay to the moment, the less time and energy we have to place it in some larger context. “Distraction is the only thing that consoles us for our miseries,” the French philosopher Blaise Pascal wrote in the 17th century, “and yet it is itself the greatest of our miseries.” He also famously remarked that all of man’s problems come from his inability to sit quietly in a room alone.

    When telegraphs and trains brought in the idea that convenience was more important than content — and speedier means could make up for unimproved ends — Henry David Thoreau reminded us that “the man whose horse trots a mile in a minute does not carry the most important messages.” Even half a century ago, Marshall McLuhan, who came closer than most to seeing what was coming, warned, “When things come at you very fast, naturally you lose touch with yourself.” Thomas Merton struck a chord with millions, by not just noting that “Man was made for the highest activity, which is, in fact, his rest,” but by also acting on it, and stepping out of the rat race and into a Cistercian cloister.

    Yet few of those voices can be heard these days, precisely because “breaking news” is coming through (perpetually) on CNN and Debbie is just posting images of her summer vacation and the phone is ringing. We barely have enough time to see how little time we have (most Web pages, researchers find, are visited for 10 seconds or less). And the more that floods in on us (the Kardashians, Obamacare, “Dancing with the Stars”), the less of ourselves we have to give to every snippet. All we notice is that the distinctions that used to guide and steady us — between Sunday and Monday, public and private, here and there — are gone.

    We have more and more ways to communicate, as Thoreau noted, but less and less to say. Partly because we’re so busy communicating. And — as he might also have said — we’re rushing to meet so many deadlines that we hardly register that what we need most are lifelines.

    So what to do? The central paradox of the machines that have made our lives so much brighter, quicker, longer and healthier is that they cannot teach us how to make the best use of them; the information revolution came without an instruction manual. All the data in the world cannot teach us how to sift through data; images don’t show us how to process images. The only way to do justice to our onscreen lives is by summoning exactly the emotional and moral clarity that can’t be found on any screen.

    MAYBE that’s why more and more people I know, even if they have no religious commitment, seem to be turning to yoga, or meditation, or tai chi; these aren’t New Age fads so much as ways to connect with what could be called the wisdom of old age. Two journalist friends of mine observe an “Internet sabbath” every week, turning off their online connections from Friday night to Monday morning, so as to try to revive those ancient customs known as family meals and conversation. Finding myself at breakfast with a group of lawyers in Oxford four months ago, I noticed that all their talk was of sailing — or riding or bridge: anything that would allow them to get out of radio contact for a few hours.

    Other friends try to go on long walks every Sunday, or to “forget” their cellphones at home. A series of tests in recent years has shown, Mr. Carr points out, that after spending time in quiet rural settings, subjects “exhibit greater attentiveness, stronger memory and generally improved cognition. Their brains become both calmer and sharper.” More than that, empathy, as well as deep thought, depends (as neuroscientists like Antonio Damasio have found) on neural processes that are “inherently slow.” The very ones our high-speed lives have little time for.

    In my own case, I turn to eccentric and often extreme measures to try to keep my sanity and ensure that I have time to do nothing at all (which is the only time when I can see what I should be doing the rest of the time). I’ve yet to use a cellphone and I’ve never Tweeted or entered Facebook. I try not to go online till my day’s writing is finished, and I moved from Manhattan to rural Japan in part so I could more easily survive for long stretches entirely on foot, and every trip to the movies would be an event.

    None of this is a matter of principle or asceticism; it’s just pure selfishness. Nothing makes me feel better — calmer, clearer and happier — than being in one place, absorbed in a book, a conversation, a piece of music. It’s actually something deeper than mere happiness: it’s joy, which the monk David Steindl-Rast describes as “that kind of happiness that doesn’t depend on what happens.”

    It’s vital, of course, to stay in touch with the world, and to know what’s going on; I took pains this past year to make separate trips to Jerusalem and Hyderabad and Oman and St. Petersburg, to rural Arkansas and Thailand and the stricken nuclear plant in Fukushima and Dubai. But it’s only by having some distance from the world that you can see it whole, and understand what you should be doing with it.

    For more than 20 years, therefore, I’ve been going several times a year — often for no longer than three days — to a Benedictine hermitage, 40 minutes down the road, as it happens, from the Post Ranch Inn. I don’t attend services when I’m there, and I’ve never meditated, there or anywhere; I just take walks and read and lose myself in the stillness, recalling that it’s only by stepping briefly away from my wife and bosses and friends that I’ll have anything useful to bring to them. The last time I was in the hermitage, three months ago, I happened to pass, on the monastery road, a youngish-looking man with a 3-year-old around his shoulders.

    “You’re Pico, aren’t you?” the man said, and introduced himself as Larry; we’d met, I gathered, 19 years before, when he’d been living in the cloister as an assistant to one of the monks.

    “What are you doing now?” I asked.

    “I work for MTV. Down in L.A.”

    We smiled. No words were necessary.

    “I try to bring my kids here as often as I can,” he went on, as he looked out at the great blue expanse of the Pacific on one side of us, the high, brown hills of the Central Coast on the other. “My oldest son” — he pointed at a 7-year-old running along the deserted, radiant mountain road in front of his mother — “this is his third time.”

    The child of tomorrow, I realized, may actually be ahead of us, in terms of sensing not what’s new, but what’s essential.

     

    Pico Iyer is the author, most recently of “The Man Within My Head.”

  • Hurtling to a stop

    It struck me somewhere over the Atlantic during the 27th hour of cramped deep vein thrombosis cattle class travel.

    A dense, thick exhaustion that settles in the body and begins to grip the corners of my mind. “To be expected” I hear you say and in a way, I agree, but I know this feeling well. A body moving impossibly rapidly through time and space from one place to another, hurtling (a lovely word).

    I love people watching in airports. So many moving so fast, each one with a story which is so important to them, so many important stories moving in so many different directions, so self involved, so disconnected from each other. So many disconnected from their selves, their souls. Just moving, like a body propelled through space that continues on a trajectory without asking itself where it is going or why?

    I know this too.

    Does it make us feel important? Of worth, if we move faster and faster?

    At JFK I watched a thousand people (1037) pass as I sat still for almost 2 hours. 637 of them were on a mobile device, many wore earphones, most were alone (975) and so many looked so unhappy (483, to be exact).

    Ok, so it was JFK and New Yorkers may not be a representative sample of the Human Condition, but if I were an anthropologist from a distant, more evolved civilization, I would think this society had taken a wrong turn somewhere. I would want to ask these people some questions about their stories, their journeys.

    What is so important?

    Why is it so important?

    Does it REALLY matter?

    Is that absolutely true?

    What kind of person do you become in the pursuit of this?

    How would you feel if you put this down for a while and thought about it some more?

    What is REALLY important?

    I asked myself these same questions as I flew at 988 kmph,  30 000 ft above the Earth.

    Here are (some) of the answers.

    What is so important? 

    Too many things that aren’t.

    Why are they so important?

    Because I don’t stop for long enough to think about them.

    Do they REALLY matter?

    When I put these supposedly big important things under scrutiny, most shrivel and fade…

    Who do I become in the pursuit of these things?

    A tired, depleted, thin thing who doesn’t take enough time to play, connect and rest.

     

    What is really important?

     

     

  • Who would you be without your suffering?

    Who would you be without your suffering?


    We all need to make sense of our world and find our place in it. We look for orientation through our beliefs, ego, athletic ability, intelligence, skills, character, body image, personality, sum of knowledge, and possessions. Underneath these external values, though, we can also experience and know ourselves in hidden recesses of our psyche as victims of injustice and malice, as failures or phonies, or as individuals who are insignificant and unworthy.

    We have, in particular, four favorite ways to suffer. We can engorge ourselves at the trough of human misery through feelings ofdeprivation, helplessness, rejection, and criticism. Chances are good that when we’re miserable, we’re entangled in one or more of these negative emotions. Symptoms such as anger, anxiety, fear, procrastination, and depression often have their roots in these four opportunities to suffer.

    With a little insight, we can check in with ourselves to determine pretty accurately whether we’ve tumbled into one of these four pits of pain. We can get ourselves out with self-awareness and insight. Most of the time, people in the pits find it hard to escape because they resist seeing their own role in their predicament.

    If you’re living a life of relative abundance, yet still feel anxious that something is missing in your life, you’re likely entangled in the first of the four, the negative emotion of deprivation. This means that you are unconsciously determined to see and experience the glass as half-empty. This propensity to see and experience our life through negative impressions is a quirk of human nature. It’s as if we have an emotional addiction to various forms of negativity. We often are unaware of how easily we can slip over to the negative side and stay there, even as we complain about how unpleasant it all is.

    Envy is a symptom of the unconscious determination to feel that something is missing in our life. Greed is also a symptom of that feeling. Envy, greed, and selfishness result from our unconscious entanglement in deprivation.

    Our second favorite way to suffer is through the negative emotion of helplessness. We were born into the world in a profound state of helplessness. Years have passed, but emotional memories of childhood helplessness linger in our psyche. Now we can feel helpless to influence loved one, to get ahead in our careers, and to have an impact on local or national events. Most painfully, we can feel helpless to regulate our emotions and behaviors. Two common symptoms of our entanglement in helplessness are procrastination and the feeling of being overwhelmed.

    The problem is that helplessness can become a kind of default position—we hate it, and yet we can’t imagine how we can make it any different. We have to begin to recognize the unconscious choice we are making to stay in the passive mode of self-doubt and indecision. Every time we recognize that we have slipped into our default position of helplessness, we are nudging ourselves away from it. We have to be careful, though, that we don’t spring out of it with inappropriate, negative, often angry aggression. This is just flipping over to the other extreme and failing to find the middle ground.

    Next comes rejection. Rejection hurts the most when we take it personally. In taking it personally, we are going to a weak spot in our psyche. In childhood, we were very sensitive to feeling rejected. For instance, if Mommy or Daddy gave our brother or sister what we thought was too much attention, we could feel rejected. Ideally, as we age, we develop more objectivity and wisdom. If someone is rejecting us, we understand that the rejection may be happening because of the other person’s unresolved issues and flawed perceptions. If we are emotionally strong enough, we consider the possibility that some characteristic or behavior on our part may have contributed to the rejection—and we try to rectify that weakness of ours. We make the situation into a learning experience instead of an opportunity to suffer.

    If, as adults, we are experiencing rejection repeatedly and taking it personally, we’re using rejection as a favorite way to suffer. Consciously, we want to be accepted and loved; unconsciously, we expect rejection and are “programmed” to keep experiencing it and making it happen. The rejection hurts so much because we use the pain of it to cover up or deny our attachment to it: “I’m not attached to the rejection—Look at how much it hurts and how much I hate it.”

    The last of the four is criticism. Many of us depend on our skills, intelligence, and personality to feel okay about ourselves. Many children are raised with the sense that their value in the eyes of their parents depends on how clever or competent they are. We can, it often feels, be appreciated much more for our performance and cooperation than for our essential self. So when criticism comes our way, it can feel as if the ground is giving way beneath us. Even unfair, unjustified criticism penetrates into our uncertainty about our self. This means that, as with rejection, we absorb the negative implications about our worth and value. Unconsciously, we give to others the power to invalidate us with their impressions and comments. This happens when our connection to our own self is weak and unstable. When we’re stronger, we don’t take criticism personally. If we’re wise, we examine the criticism objectively to see if it has any validity. If it doesn’t, we just deflect it and go about our business without being emotionally upset.

    Using awareness of these four common types of suffering may help to pry its bony grip from your precious mind…

  • Deliverance From the Lonesome Blues

    Deliverance From the Lonesome Blues

     BY ADMIN
    We can resolve the inner weaknesses that make loneliness so painful.

    More people are living alone than ever. In America, forty percent or more of all households contain a single occupant. Many people happily live alone—but others are tormented by the wail of the Lonesome Blues. That oldie can echo in our ears even when we’re surrounded by friends and family.

    Loneliness is a common brand of human suffering. Many believe that loneliness is an inescapable fact of human existence, a curse we’re fated to endure from birth to death. The novelist Thomas Wolfe spoke to this idea: “The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence.”

    Wolfe was famous and admired during his lifetime, which apparently offered little solace or good company for his loneliness. Even “super-famous” Albert Einstein succumbed to the misery. “It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely,” he candidly commented. Being a rich celebrity doesn’t appear to help: “Hollywood is loneliness beside the swimming pool,” observed the actress Liv Ullmann.

    Loneliness appears to have infiltrated if not occupied human nature. Impervious to the exhilarations of fame, wealth, and power, it produces assorted misery, ill health, and increased risk of heart disease. Maybe we can’t exterminate it, but we can see and understand the emotional weaknesses that make loneliness more painful than it would otherwise be. Being human is challenging enough. We don’t have to endure unnecessary suffering.

    Most people who suffer with chronic loneliness are entangled in unresolved emotional attachments. Unwittingly, they chose to recycle unresolved emotions from their past. Usually these are associated with feeling unloved, rejected, betrayed, and abandoned.

    Although it defies common sense, we go looking for old hurts that are unresolved from our past. We do not do this in order to resolve the hurts. Instead, we do it to relive the hurts. Whatever is unresolved in our psyche produces inner conflict that has a life of its own. The conflict can persist—and often get worse—until the day we die. The conflict behind loneliness is often our wish to feel loved and connected to life versus our unconscious willingness to go on feeling the old familiar abandonment and sense of being unloved.

    We can be helpless to stop the suffering and self-defeat produced by the conflict when we don’t clearly enough see the nature of the conflict. Instinctively, we deny the existence of the conflict. Unconsciously, we offer up our loneliness as “proof” that we’re not colluding in our own suffering. Our unconscious defense maintains: “Are you nuts! I don’t want to feel unloved! I’m not clinging to old hurts! Can’t you see, in my loneliness, how desperately I want love and connection in my life!”

    Who would have thought that loneliness can be part of a psychological defense? The loneliness defends us from the inner truth we hate to acknowledge because that truth is so amazing and humbling. In other words, we produce loneliness in order to cover up our willingness to experience again and again what’s unresolved in our psyche. The defense is offered up to our superego, the hidden master of our personality, which protests against our indulgence in our suffering. Here’s another rendition of the defense: “How can you suggest that I’m secretly invested in feeling unloved and abandoned! My loneliness proves how much I want to be loved. Look how much I suffer from the feeling of not being loved! Look at how much I hate being alone! Surely that proves that I’m not still clinging to the opposite feeling.”

    The individual can make this defense more convincing by feeling more intensely the pain of loneliness. As with most of our psychological defenses, we often have to increase the level of suffering and self-defeat in order for the defense to continue over time to be effective (in the sense of deluding us). This produces (when loneliness or some other symptom such as anger is used as a defense) a stubborn determination to hold on to the misery of it.

    Other factors can be at play on the field of loneliness. We can be fearful of not being accepted by others and fearful of being a disappointment to them. This means we’re emotionally attached to feelings of not having value and not being worthy. In a sense, we’re abandoning our own self by not believing in our self. “It’s so lonely when you don’t even know yourself,” an observer once noted. It’s more to the point to say, “It’s so lonely because you don’t know yourself.”

    A harsh superego or inner critic, one that mocks and harasses us at the slightest provocation, can also create more feelings of isolation and loneliness. So can our inner passivity, which can paralyze us in a helpless conviction that there’s no escape from loneliness.

    A remedy was proposed by Hermann Hesse, the Nobel Laureate who wrote Siddartha, a novel about the spiritual journey of an Indian man at the time of Buddha. Hesse said, “We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being.”

    Key words in this passage are, “But then our solitude is overcome . . .“ The pain of our solitude is overcome when we’re sincerely interested in escaping this suffering and have the insight to do so. It helps to stay conscious of our resistance to letting go of suffering.

    Once we see and begin to undo our attachments to feeling passive, rejected, unloved, and abandoned, we do, as Hesse said, connect with our innermost self and the whole of existence. Loneliness no longer fits across our shoulders. It falls by the wayside, a worn-out cloak that fades in the distance along with the wail of the Lonesome Blues.

  • Meanderings…

    Last week, during a conversation with a colleague over a particularly fine single malt, he asked me what “presentation” I see most of in my practice. I mulled over it for a while before answering that many of the people I see who bravely step into therapy, struggle with an emaciated sense of self.

    That started me thinking about my-self. It is obviously in a constant state of flux due to the environmental circumstances I encounter each and every day. The psychological lens I use to understand what is happening to me was formed a long time ago and even though there have been ‘updates’ to the way I perceive and integrate information, many of my (and one could presuppose my clients) ‘mind-wounds’ were formed through early developmental dramas. Now that doesn’t necessarily imply that we are all walking automatons navigating under the direct hypnotic impact of our early developmental traumas, but it is fair to say that there is a very strong possibility that they may have a strong influence on the way we manage particular interactions that resonate with these early battlegrounds.

    I often observe some of my antiquated psychological defenses leap to what they suppose is my aid, only to wreak havoc in my intimate relationships. Old, dark feelings can be elicited by relatively innocuous exchanges when the self is worn thin by Anger, Loneliness, Tiredness, Stress, Boredom, Rejection or any physical catalyst (illness, hunger etc).

    As I continue on this journey of discovery, my internal  psychic scar tissue becomes more known to me and I am less often surprised by the motions of my Ego. Whether I like it or not, I have one, as do we all and learning to tame its sometimes histrionic, sometimes dystonic steps is an ongoing lesson.

    More later…

  • The dark half

    Excerpt from “Diary of a (not so) reluctant father…”

    15 April

    I have great compassion for men who don’t actually know what is going on sometimes. I am one of them. At times no matter what you do (or don’t do) it’s just not ‘good enough’. A client recently recounted his struggle at home (identity and narrative have been changed to protect the identity of the client although he gave permission for me to use this vignette).

    “i try and help with the kid, but he just wants his mom, so i’m kinda left feeling really confused, following him from room to room with a nappy in my hand. My wife comes out of the bedroom, looks at the scene and starts shouting at me telling me i can’t do anything right. It feels that way sometimes…i go to work, deal with stress all day and then come home and get shouted at because i’ve misplaced the bum cream. Sometimes i feel like i’m going mad!”

    These early days of co-parenting are dangerous, of that there is no doubt. There are so many projections, so many expectations and so much stress about that it is not strange for couples to skirt the “abyss”. Unless couples are able to communicate effectively, take time out for themselves and as a couple, the family system will struggle.

    While the mother may project her feelings of frustration and anger onto the father, this does not imply that the father does not carry some ammunition himself. On the contrary, many men carry repressed feelings of anger and disappointment which they are unable to express into the fragile family ecosystem. Where do these unprocessed feelings go? Into work, behaving like a pack-animal, carrying ever increasing levels of stress some men turn to substances and other addictions (sex, money, gambling etc). Unless it is addressed, a man’s Shadow (that which is unacknowledged and repressed)  can begin to contaminate the family system leading that which is sacred down a very dark path.

  • Book review: The better angels of our nature.

    Book review: The better angels of our nature.

    The Better Angels of Our Nature: Why Violence Has Declined: by Steven Pinker 2011

    According to the Stockholm International Peace Research Institute (SIPRI), worldwide military expenditures have been growing annually for the past 15 years, and between 15 and 20 armed conflicts- yes wars- are in progress as you read this. All told, upward of 175 million people died in war related violence during the 20th century, plus another 8 million because if conflicts between individuals.

    Even so, according to the weighty new book by Harvard University psychologist Steven Pinker, the ‘better angels’ of human nature have actually brought about a dramatic reduction in violence during the past few millenia. Yes, the absolute number of victims has been rising, but relative to the worlds population, the numbers look ‘good’.

    The shift towards nonviolence,he says, has been driven by many factors, such as the spread of agriculture and the rise of feminism and democracy. Such trends have led to a reduction in intitutionalised torture and execution and slavery and, especially in recent years, to an increase in the rights of women, homosexuals, children and animals.

    Pinker claims that our dark side is driven by an evolution based propensity toward predation and dominance. On the angelic side, we have, or at least can learn, some degree of self control, which allows us to inhibit our darker tendencies. In one disturbing chapter, he describes in graphic detail the savage way in which chimpanzees- our closest genetic relatives in the animal world- torture and kill their own kind. The parallel with the shadow aspects of the human condition is unmistakable.

    The biggest problem I had with the book is the assumption that we look at relative numbers instead of absolute numbers in assessing human violence. But why should we be content with only a relative decrease? By this logic, when we reach a world population of 9 billion in 2050, Pinker will conceivably be satisfied if a mere 2 million people are killed in war that year.

    Surely this is not the best case scenario we can hope for?

    Or is it?

  • Decoding Sexual Desire: Why You’re Into It—or Not

     

    Desire. When you have it, nobody questions it. When it is absent, it can be tricky to talk about. After all, the subject is delicate, and what is the point? You probably have little clue what is going on anyway. Luckily, scientists are looking out for you—because it is not even close to being just you. An astounding 40 percent of American women between the ages of 20 and 70 have problems with low sexual desire. Men have issues, too, but the numbers are shaky, because, as difficult as this is for women to talk about, men won’t touch the subject. (Even in a doctor’s office, their willingness to address an absence of sexual wants begins and ends with the mechanical issue.)

    Plenty of folks have considered the usual suspects in the sapping of sexual desire. A recent study of young women shows the most common factor in females is stress and fatigue, followed by poor self-image and then sexual difficulties such as the inability to reach orgasm. But a lack of desire can stem from conceptual problems involving the way you view sexual experiences, says Syracuse University neuroscientist Stephanie Ortigue. “Desire is more than an emotion,” says Ortigue. “It involves brain areas involved in thinking intellectual things. That is why it’s so personal, so subjective, and so common.”

    And although endocrine, genetic and psychological factors can all contribute to desire, or the lack of it, Ortigue’s perspective comes largely from looking at brain circuits.

    Several years ago, Ortigue’s team and two others sketched a network in the brain that is always activated when we experience sexual desire. The three research teams independently landed on the same brain regions. These included areas governing emotion, motivation, body image—and, notably, memories associated with life experiences. Memories can affect desire in subtle, subconscious ways. For example, if a person has a feature or personality that reminds you of something positive in your past, a subconscious association between that person and pleasant reveries may trigger desire, Ortigue says. In this way, desire emerges from a collaboration of emotional, motivational and intellectual parts of the brain, she says.

    Ortigue and her team recently took a look at these brain regions in 13 women between 26 and 47 who qualified as having hypoactive sexual desire disorder. These women either had no feelings of sexual interest or those feelings had plummeted to a low level of late; many had no sexual thoughts or fantasies. They lacked any impulse to even try to become aroused. And they said the absence of these feelings and thoughts distressed them.

    The researchers asked these women—as well as 15 women with no lack of desire–to look at both pictures of male models and nonerotic photos while their brains were being scanned. As expected, the women who lacked desire showed abnormally low activity in the brain network previously linked with that feeling. More surprising, however, was that these same women also showedmore activity in prefrontal brain regions involved in inhibition of action, attention to and judgment of the self, and interpreting the actions of other people. That is, that proverbial headache probably has its roots in this decision-making, self-control, theory-of-mind part of the brain.

    The increased activity there suggests that people with depleted desire have two problems. One is that they are spending time trying to interpret the intentions of the other person—and probably coming to incorrect conclusions, says Ortigue. The second is that, they are monitoring or evaluating their own responses to erotic stimuli. They are not “living in the moment,” Ortigue says. Such analysis can interfere with the erotic experience, perhaps in the same way that explaining a joke can sap it of its humor.

    The work dovetails with decades old studies by William H. Masters and Virginia E. Johnson, who coined a behavior called “spectatoring” they found common among people with sexual disorders. In spectatoring individuals become spectators of themselves during intimate encounters, viewing themselves from above and judging the situation.

    “People really suffer from this,” says Ortigue, referring to hypoactive sexual desire. And knowing that the cause is less chemical in nature than psychological and intellectual may offer hope. Instead of fiddling with hormones, says Ortigue, teach people to stop judging themselves and others so much.